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First of all...I didn't write any of these stories.  My collection of stories come from places I've visited over the years.  
I tried to sort out all the incomplete and straight stories.  If a few got past me, my apologies.

Happy Reading!!!!

Preface 
******* 
 
On 21 April 1967, a group of Army officers in the Greek military 
executed a coup d'etat, overthrowing the civilian government and 
seizing control. Several articles of the Greek constitution were 
suspended, political parties were outlawed, thousands of 
political opponents were arrested and thrown into jail, the press 
was censored, martial law declared and the movement of people 
severely curtailed. 
   This is the story of Alan, a thirteen year old British boy 
living in Athens at the time of the coup. 
 
 
Chapter One 
*********** 
 
20 April 1967 
 
"Malcolm, hurry up, you'll miss the sunset!" Sarah called to her 
husband from the balcony. 
   "Just coming! Where's Alan?" Malcolm replied, walking through 
the apartment with a glass of retsina in his hand. 
   "He's outside, playing with a couple of school friends. I 
thought he was supposed to be in by now." 
   Malcolm shrugged. "Well, if he's too late for dinner, that's 
his lookout." 
   Just at that moment the door opened. 
   "Oh, there you are!" Sarah exclaimed. 
   Alan walked into the room. "Yeah, sorry I'm a bit late. Didn't 
notice the time." 
   "Never mind. Get yourself a drink. It's going to be a 
marvelous sunset tonight." 
   "Okay!" said Alan, disappearing into the kitchen. 
   Sarah turned to her husband. "Have you had the news on 
lately?" 
   "Yeah, and quite frankly, I don't like what I hear. The 
political situation seems very unstable at the moment. I don't 
like what's going on at all. It seems as if the Government are 
unable to keep things in control. If only Karamanlis was still in 
power." 
   "Well, you know he resigned and is now not even living in the 
country. We're stuck with Kanellopoulos now." 
   "Oh well, tomorrow's another day. Hey, the sun's just starting 
to dip over the Peloponesse. Alan, Ella." Malcolm used the Greek 
word that means, "Come here." 
   The view over the sea was truly something to behold. The 
island of Eghina loomed up out of the sea to the left, a large 
silhouette against the deepest blue of the water reflecting a 
tinge of purple from the reflection of the fiery sun and the 
blood red sky. Behind Eghina the Peloponnese mountains curved 
their way many miles away on the horizon, but even from that 
distance still looking very large and real. Moving further to the 
right, the coastline swept around in a curve, where the 
Peloponnese joined the Attica peninsula, and the port of Piraeus 
could be seen in the distance. 
   "There, it's gone." Sarah breathed. 
   "Incredible." Alan had seen dozens of sunsets but each one 
never failed to entrance him. "You could actually see it vanish 
into the mountains. I never thought it would be possible to see 
the sun actually move, but it just vanished into the ground 
before our very eyes!" 
   "It sure did. Right, dinner time. Come on, let's bring those 
glasses through." Malcolm picked up his glass as he spoke. 
   Dinner turned out to be a mezza, a mixture of different hors 
d'oeuvre including taramasalata, dolmades, stuffed tomatoes and 
feta cheese. This was followed by souvlaki, roast lamb served on 
sticks with rice and roast potatoes. 
   After the plates had been cleared away and they started on the 
Greek yogurt, Malcolm switched the radio on. All three of them 
spoke Greek, even though they came from England originally. 
Malcolm Hunt had been in the British Army, serving in Cyprus, and 
had met Sarah in 1952 on the beach in the sleepy seaside town of 
Ayia Napa, not far from the British sovereign base at Dhekelia. 
After a whirlwind romance, he proposed to her. They got engaged 
the next day and married a year and a half later, shortly after 
Malcolm left the Army. They decided to move to Athens and set up 
a home there. They eventually settled in the municipality of 
Glyfada, about twenty minutes by road from the heart of the 
capital, Syntagma. Alan followed the next year, in 1954, and was 
now thirteen. 
   In 1961, they applied for Greek citizenship. Their application 
successful, they subsequently held dual nationality. Malcolm had 
become very active on the local political scene, being elected as 
a councilor for the Radical Centre Union party, the E.R.D. 
   The voice from the radio was narrating the days events in 
Parliament. Apparently, the PM, Kanellopoulos, was attempting to 
pacify supporters after it emerged that dissatisfaction in the 
Army was spreading. 
   "This smells really bad," said Malcolm. "I fear for what might 
happen." 
   "Mum, can I go outside again? I want to look at the night sky 
with Dimitri and Petros." 
   "Okay," Sarah laughed. "Don't be too late in." 
   "I won't," Alan replied, bounding to the door. 
   "You're too soft on him," said Malcolm once Alan had gone. 
   "Nah, boys will be boys. Let them enjoy themselves while 
they're young." 
   "Yeah, guess you're right. Okay, I'm off to bed. Coming?" 
   "Yep, I'm feeling rather tired now." 
 
21 April 1967 
 
The night sky shone brightly overhead. It had just gone midnight, 
and the moon gave plenty of light to see by. 
   Petros and Dimitri were brothers. Petros was fourteen, a year 
older than Dimitri, who was thirteen. They lived quite close to 
the Hunt family, and got on well with Alan's parents. 
   Alan looked at his watch. "I really ought to be getting back." 
   "It's only just gone midnight," Dimitri protested. "There's 
plenty of time. Let's go a bit further up the hill." 
   They had slipped away from the residential area known as Ano 
Glyfada, or upper Glyfada, and worked their way a considerable 
distance up the Imitos mountains that rise up above Glyfada and 
Voula on one side, and the districts of Papagou and Hologos on 
the other. The air felt a little fresh, but although it wasn't 
yet summer the weather was unusually warm. 
   "Look, you can see all the way across to Piraeus over there," 
Petros spoke in a whisper, even though there wasn't anyone 
around. 
   "Hey, look what I've found!" Alan exclaimed excitedly, causing 
the two brothers to look around. 
   "Looks like a cave or something," said Petros, who knew the 
area pretty well. 
   "Let's go down and explore," said Alan, starting forward. 
   "Wait a minute." Petros had a worried look on his face. "That 
may not be a good idea. Not this time of night. There's no idea 
what might be down there. We'd better wait until daylight, and 
even then we should take a lantern." 
   "I guess," Alan shrugged. 
   "Besides," said Dimitri, "if anything happened, if one of us 
slipped, who'd know where we were?" 
   "So what shall we do now? Go further on?" asked Alan. 
   Petros looked at the others. "A bit further. Come one o'clock 
we really should start heading back." 
   "Fine by me," said Dimitri. 
   "Me too," repeated Alan. 
   "See that boulder ahead?" Dimitri pointed to a dull object 
about fifty yards up the hill. "Race you to it. Ready, steady, 
go!" And with that they all started running. 
 
Back in Glyfada, Sarah woke up feeling thirsty. She looked at the 
clock. It read a quarter to one. 
   She eased out of bed carefully so as not to disturb Malcolm. 
Finding her slippers, she crept into the kitchen. She found a 
glass in the cupboard and, opening the fridge, poured some water 
from the bottle. She closed the fridge door and was just about to 
go back towards the bedroom when she noticed that the front door 
wasn't locked. 
   That stupid kid, she thought to herself. He knows damn well 
he's supposed to lock up when he gets in. I'll wring his neck in 
the morning. Then she noticed that Alan's anorak was missing. 
   Oh well, she tried to convince herself, he's probably come 
back and collapsed from exhaustion. But a faint stirring of 
unease made itself felt in her stomach. Putting the water down, 
she walked down the corridor towards Alan's bedroom. The door 
opened quietly. 
   She could see the bed was empty. She panicked, turned, and ran 
to her own bedroom. 
   "Malcolm," she spoke quietly but urgently, shaking him awake 
at the same time. "Malcolm, wake up. Alan's not here." 
   "Uhhh... w...what...what is it?" 
   "Alan's missing. His bed's not been slept in." 
   "Alan's what?" he said, still half asleep. 
   "Malcolm, wake up!" Susan repeated, starting to shake Malcolm 
again. 
   "Alan's missing?" Malcolm said, sitting up in bed. 
   "Yes, the front door's not locked from inside, his anorak's 
not here and his bed's empty." 
   "Guess we'd better phone the police." A worried frown crossed 
Malcolm's brow. 
   He got up and went into the hall. Picking up the phone, he 
started to dial the number of the local police station. 
   "That's funny, there's no dial tone." 
   "Probably broken as usual." The telephone system in Greece was 
notorious for going on the blink every so often. 
   Malcolm tried again. "No, nothing. I'll keep trying every 
fifteen minutes." He walked into the kitchen and switched the 
radio on. 
   "There's nothing wrong with the power," he said, returning the 
radio to one of the all-night stations. 
   "I have no idea what's going on, but none of the radio 
stations seem to be working. There's no signal on any of the 
wavebands." 
   Sarah thought for a minute. It's almost one o'clock. Try the 
BBC World Service." 
   The time signal counted down the last six seconds to the hour. 
Then the announcer came on air. 
   "There are reports from the Greek capital Athens that a group 
of Army officers have executed a coup d'etat, overthrowing the 
civilian government of Mr. Kanellopoulos..." 
   "Oh my God," breathed Malcolm. Susan paled. 
   "Initial reports suggest that King Konstantine is prepared to 
support the new regime, which took power at approximately a 
quarter past midnight, local time, just over forty-five minutes 
ago." 
   Malcolm walked over to the front room window, which overlooked 
the coast of Glyfada and gave a clear view of the Athens-Sounion 
road called Vouliagmenis Avenue. They had many times gone through 
the town of Vouliagmeni itself en route to the seaside town 
Varkiza. 
   Tonight, the Vouliagmenis road looked quiet. So far, so 
predictable. Forty five minutes was no time for anything to have 
changed. Malcolm still hoped against hope that the BBC had got it 
wrong, that there was no coup and everything would still be the 
same tomorrow. He knew however, deep down, that something was 
wrong. Why else would the telephone lines be down? And what about 
the radio stations? There were too many things to ignore, and 
Malcolm did not believe in coincidences. 
 
>From their vantage point up in the hills in the Imitos range, 
Alan and the brothers had a clear vantage point and could see 
what Malcolm could not. Far away, tanks were rolling out of 
Athens. They were moving in all directions. Even in the dark, 
their lights gave clear warning that they were moving. They could 
not be anything but tanks. They were heading down the 
Vouliagmenis road. Some had already reached Alimos and had 
started to turn off the Vouliagmenis road, like the arms of an 
octopus reaching everywhere. Others came further down, going 
through Alimos towards Elliniko. 
   "Hey, what's going on?" Alan asked. Petros shrugged. 
   "Probably late night maneuvers." 
   "At this time of night?" 
   "I don't know, you never know what they might do." 
   "Perhaps a dangerous villain escaped," suggested Dimitri. 
   "Twit, they'd never mobilize half the Army just for an escaped 
convict." Alan frowned. "No, something's definitely wrong. I 
don't like this at all." 
   They watched the tanks advance closer and closer. They were 
not far from Glyfada now. 
 
As the advancing artillery inched its way forward, Malcolm was 
fiddling with the wireless set, trying to pick up any news on 
what might have happened. Scanning through the usual frequencies, 
he eventually discovered the state-run station was back in 
operation. It confirmed that a coup had taken place, and that 
Kanellopoulos had been placed under house arrest. It also 
reported that a curfew would operate throughout the hours of 
darkness. Anyone who broke the curfew was liable to be shot on 
sight. 
   "Oh God! Alan, where is that stupid kid?" Malcolm shouted. 
   "Do you think we'd better look for him?" asked Sarah. 
   Malcolm shrugged. "Someone'd better. He's in danger our there, 
on his own." 
   "He's not on his own. He's with Petros and Dimitri." 
   "Yes, that's what worries me. I'm starting to wish we'd never 
let him out tonight." 
   "Yes, well, we'd never imagined this would happen, did we?" 
Susan said soothingly. 
   "I'll give it another fifteen minutes." He looked at his 
watch. "If he's not back by one thirty I'm going out to look for 
him." 
   Susan frowned. "Are you sure that's wise? He'll probably turn 
up any minute." 
   "Let's see." And with that he turned and went into the front 
room, gazing out of the windows. 
 
Alan could see the tanks snaking their way down Vouliagmenis. 
Already they had reached Glyfada, and were crawling through the 
centre of the district. More tanks kept on the main road, some 
turning off at Voula, others heading towards Vouliagmeni itself. 
Alan watched all this, fascinated. 
   "I wonder what they're all doing," he said. 
   Petros snorted. "They've all gone berserk. Look, they've been 
advancing in all directions. You can see their lights. They're 
all over the place. Look, over there," he pointed towards 
Elliniko and Alimos, "and there's more coming out of Athens even 
now." 
   Alan shivered. 
   "What's the matter?" asked Dimitri. 
   "I've just got a bad feeling about this. I think if you guys 
don't mind I'm going back." 
   "Okay, come on Dimitri," said Petros. 
   "Why can't we stay out a bit longer?" 
   "Because it's time to go now. Come on." Petros tugged Dimitri 
by the arm as he spoke. 
   The three of them traipsed back down the hill. The view of the 
surrounding countryside diminished as they lost height, but they 
got a clearer view of the village spread before them where they 
lived. Soon they found the road leading into Glyfada. 
   "We head off here," Petros said as they came to a crossroads. 
"Cheer up," he said, noticing the worried look on Alan's face. 
"It'll probably be something and nothing. See you in the 
morning." 
   "See ya." 
   Alan turned and wondered back to his house. He knew of a short 
cut that would save him five minutes off the journey. 
   He wondered why he felt surprise at hearing the wail of the 
police sirens in the distance. He ducked into the undergrowth as 
they got louder, so they didn't see him as they swept past. 
 
Alan wasn't the only one to hear the police cars. Malcolm saw the 
blue flashing lights as they swarmed out of the town centre. 
   All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. 
   Malcolm went to open it. It was the police. 
   "Nai?" 
   "Please come with us," the policeman said in Greek. 
   "Is something wrong?" When the policeman gave no answer, 
Malcolm repeated, "Is something the matter? Is it Alan?" 
   "You're coming with us," the policeman replied, grabbing 
Malcolm by the wrist. 
   "At least let me put some clothes on," Malcolm protested. He 
knew about the coup from the radio, so he wasn't really all that 
surprised, but Susan was. 
   "Why are you doing this?" she demanded. 
   "Orders," was the only response. 
   The policeman started leading Malcolm down the stairs. Another 
policeman took Sarah by the arm and followed. 
 
Alan paused for a minute after the police cars went by, but on 
hearing nothing else decided it was safe to carry on. 
   He came within sight of his home a few minutes later. He could 
see it clearly in the distance. 
   Then he noticed the police cars parked outside. There were two 
of them. 
   "Uh?" was all he could say. 
   The door opened, and Alan could see his father being led out 
of the building. He stood still, frozen. 
   Then his mother appeared. 
   Alan suddenly found his voice. "Mum? What's happening?" 
   One of the policemen spun around and saw him. He started 
walking towards Alan. 
   "Alan! Run!" screamed Sarah. 
   "W...what?" By this time Alan was totally confused. 
   "Run! Get the hell out of here! Don't let them catch you!" 
Susan yelled almost hysterically. 
   Alan turned around and started running. The policeman tried to 
run after him. Alan ran and ran like he had never run before in 
his life. The policeman had difficulty keeping up, and eventually 
lost him. 
   Alan kept on running until, at the point of exhaustion, his 
heart pounding, he slowed and stumbled along, with no idea where 
he was heading. 
 
 
Chapter Two 
*********** 
 
Alan trudged on, not knowing how far or for how long he was 
going. As he walked, he tried to piece together in his mind what 
had happened. 
   Why all the police cars? What was the Army doing out in such 
force? And why should they be so interested in his parents? 
   He suddenly felt his knees give from under him, and realized 
he needed to sit down. He glanced around, and saw that he was in 
what looked like a deserted industrial estate. He was surrounded 
by derelict buildings, and a strange smell pervaded the air. 
   Alan collapsed on the ground and just lay there, not knowing 
what to do next. He felt his eyes closing and struggled in a vain 
effort to keep himself awake. He felt himself drifting off to 
sleep. As he dozed, the images he had seen earlier played 
themselves in his mind over and over again. The tanks spewing out 
of central Athens and crawling all over the place, the police 
cars roaring past, the police officers wanting to see his 
parents, his mother yelling at him to flee from the police. 
   Into his subconscious entered the sound of footsteps. He 
wondered whey they were coming from. Then he heard breathing. A 
voice spoke in Greek. 
   "And just what do you think you are doing here?" 
   Alan awoke, and looked up into the eyes of another kid, who 
was about the same age as himself. He started, and tried to 
scramble to his feet. To no avail. The boy grabbed him in a 
headlock and started dragging him towards one of the buildings. 
   "What are you doing..." Alan started to say. "Oi, get your 
hands off of me. Help..." he tried to shout. 
   A hand came across his mouth. 
   "Shut up. If the police find you here you'll be dead. What the 
hell do you think you're doing out here in any case? Ain't you 
heard the news?" 
   Alan stopped struggling. 
   "What news?" 
   The kid relaxed his grip on Alan. 
   "The Army seized power down town. There's a curfew. Which 
you're breaking. So am I. The police and Army have orders to 
shoot on sight. Just a good thing I found you when I did, and not 
some military patrol." 
   "You mean, a coup has taken place." 
   "That's right. They find us now, we're chicken feed. Breaking 
the curfew an' all that." 
   Alan paused, mystified. 
   "Don't stop." The kid jerked roughly at him. 
   "But, what are you doing here?" Alan was trying to think this 
over. None of it made any sense. 
   "It's a long story." The kid laughed. "Say, do you know this 
area?" 
   "No." 
   "We've got to find somewhere to hide. I think you'd better 
come with me." 
   "I don't even know you." Alan had repeatedly been told not to 
go with strangers. 
   "Got any better ideas?" the kid said sarcastically. 
   Alan shrugged. "No." 
   "Come on. We'll find somewhere to hide for the night, then you 
can get back to your folks in the morning." 
   "I can't though." Tears came into Alan's eyes. "The police 
came for them. I don't know where they are." 
   "Oh shit, you are in bother." The kid ducked under the roof of 
a low gap in the wall. "Get yourself in here." 
   They passed through a gap and into a small room. It was pitch 
black. Alan couldn't see a hand in front of him. 
   "Here, how do you know about this place?" 
   The kid laughed. "I've often spent the night here. Say, what's 
your name?" 
   "Alan. What's yours?" 
   "Andreas. That's a British name," he observed. 
   "Yeah, my parents are British, and I have dual nationality." 
   "Would you believe it, so are mine. My real name's Andrew, but 
most people call me Andreas." 
   "You mean, you're British too?" 
   "Yeah," Andrew muttered. "Bit of a long story. Mind where 
you're going." 
   Alan could just about make out where they were. They appeared 
to be in a sort of crevice in the wall. It was not very big, and 
there was just enough room for both of them to sit down on some 
sort of ledge, although they were almost on top of each other. 
   "I must say," said Alan, "for a British boy you speak very 
good Greek." 
   "So do you. Did you learn it at school?" 
   "Yes, and both my parents speak it. In fact, my English is 
almost second rate." 
   Andrew switched to English. "Nonsense. I've had no shortage of 
people to practice English on, and yours isn't bad at all." 
   Alan didn't answer for a minute. He was thinking about what 
had happened to his parents before. 
   "Something the matter?" asked Andrew. 
   "I'm just a bit worried about what happened to my folks." 
   Andrew paused a minute. 
   "Why should the police come after them?" 
   "I've no idea. They haven't done anything, not as far as I 
know." 
   "What do they do for a living?" 
   "Well, my father's a local councilor..." 
   "You're joking? Man, this is bad news." 
   "How come?" 
   "Look at what happened. There's been a coup down town. What 
d'you think the new regime would want to do first thing? 
Neutralize any possible opposition. My guess is they're rounding 
up political opponents by the dozen." 
   "You mean...?" Alan could hardly take this in. 
   "Yes, you're in deep, mate." 
   Alan just sat there, stunned. 
   Silence filled the air for a couple of minutes. Andrew yawned. 
   "We'd better try and get a bit of sleep. Try and figure 
something out for the morning." 
   Alan tried to get comfortable. He shuffled around this way and 
that, but the gap they were in was so cramped that it was 
difficult to find a resting position. 
   Andrew grabbed his arm. 
   "There's little enough room for one here. You'll just have to 
lie down on top of me." 
   Alan laughed disbelievingly. 
   "You are joking?" 
   "We don't have much choice. I ain't gonna say anything. Don't 
worry, I won't bite or nothing." 
   Alan remained where he was for a second, then shrugged and 
leaned over towards Andrew, who had moved his arms out of the 
way. Alan's head came to rest on Andrew's chest. As Alan relaxed, 
Andrew wrapped his arms around Alan, hugging him close. In the 
meantime, Alan's own arms had come to rest around Andrew's head. 
It was uncomfortable for Alan to keep them out of the way, so he 
wrapped them around Andrew's neck. 
   "There, that wasn't so terrible, was it?" murmured Andrew. 
   "Just feels weird, that's all. I've never even hugged a girl 
before," admitted Alan. 
   "Yeah, well I think this is just a case of, 'Needs must when 
the Devil drives'. You'll feel better come the morning. Sleep 
tight!" 
   "See you in the morning," Alan murmured. 
   He sighed and snuggled closer into Andrew, letting the tension 
drain away from his body. He had felt a bit awkward at first, but 
the awkwardness was fast vanishing. 
   Alan started thinking once again about what had happened. He 
thought about the Army tanks crawling all over the place. The 
police cars. He wondered why the police had come for his folks. 
Then it hit him. 
   There's been a coup down town. 
   So, what is a coup? 
   A sudden and violent seizure of state power by a small group. 
   What would the new regime want to do? 
   Why, get rid of any opposition to them. 
   Andrew's words replayed themselves in his head. 
   My guess is they're rounding up political opponents by the 
dozen. 
   Alan felt cold, numb. He realized what the police were doing. 
And he felt fear for his folks, for what might happen to them. 
   There was more. He felt worried sick. Unable to stop himself, 
he felt tears rising up in him and he started crying. 
   "What are you crying about?" asked Andrew. 
   "I'm scared," sobbed Alan. 
   "What about?" 
   "What's happened to my parents. What might happen to them." 
   "There, there," said Andrew soothingly, starting to rub Alan's 
back as he spoke. "You need to get some sleep, my friend. Things 
will seem better in the morning." 
   Alan wasn't sure how things could be any better in the 
morning, but Andrew's massage was having a soothing effect on 
him. He relaxed a bit more and soon was purring under Andrew's 
hands working on his back. 
   "Does that feel good?" asked Andrew. 
   "Ummm, very good." 
   "Just relax and go to sleep." 
   Alan felt himself drifting off to sleep, still a little 
worried about what had happened that night, but as Andrew's hands 
massaged his neck, shoulders and back he was engulfed by waves of 
sleep. 
 
 
Chapter Three 
************* 
 
Alan woke up the following morning still lying on top of Andrew. 
He realized this as he gradually came to, and in a panic tried to 
get off him. 
   His movements woke up Andrew. 
   "Morning." 
   Andrew saw Alan's frantic movements, and reached out to him. 
   "Hey, relax, buddy, it's okay." 
   He pulled Alan to him. 
   "What's the matter, afraid of being spotted like this?" 
   Alan paused. He felt rather worried. Not only did lying on top 
of Andrew feel real comfortable, it made him feel good too. This 
worried him. He felt as if he shouldn't be enjoying the feelings 
he was experiencing, and yet he didn't have the willpower to get 
up. And if Andrew acquiesced . . . to hell with it. Alan just let 
himself relax. 
   "Funny, isn't it? I don't even know you, yet I end up lying on 
top of you in a strange building." 
   "And how did you sleep last night? Was I that bad a bed?" 
   Alan burst out laughing. 
   "No, I liked it very much." 
   He let his body melt into Andrew. 
   "Did you sleep well," Andrew asked him. 
   "Yes." 
   "I should say you did, you were all over me in your sleep." 
   "What...?" gasped Alan, alarmed. 
   "Don't worry, I enjoyed it." He hugged Alan to him. 
   "What do ya mean I was all over you?" 
   "Well, you were feeling me up all around, and I could swear 
you had an erection." 
   "Yeah, well that doesn't mean anything. How many times have 
you woken up hard?" 
   Andrew grinned sheepishly. "Quite a few. Anyway, guess we'd 
better get up." 
   "No . . . wait," Alan blushed deep red, then paused, 
embarrassed. 
   "What?" Andrew said with a grin on his face. 
   "Let's just lie here a bit longer." Alan felt a bit funny 
having said this, but Andrew wasn't complaining. 
   Alan tried to stretch himself. On his makeshift bed that 
wasn't easy. 
   "What was the idea last night?" 
   "What do you mean?" 
   Alan shrugged. "You know, your hands, rubbing me up like 
that." 
   "Oh, sorry about that. You just sounded as if you could do 
with a bit of loosening up." 
   "No, don't apologize. I really liked it." 
   "You did?" 
   "Yeah. That's the weird thing. I'd never in a million years 
have figured I'd enjoy being felt up like I was, and it felt real 
good us lying here together." He gave Andrew a squeeze. "Still 
does, like. But I somehow don't feel comfortable about it." 
   "Did you like it?" 
   "Yes." 
   "And do you like the way we're lying now?" 
   "Yes. Do you?" 
   "Feels great. So stop worrying. Just enjoy the moment." 
   A minute or so went by without a word being spoken. They both 
just lay there, enjoying the feel of the other. 
   Then something came into Alan's mind that had been niggling at 
him. 
   "What were you doing out here last night?" 
   A frown crossed Andrew's brow. 
   "My Dad's in Marousi for the night, and my Mum doesn't care 
what happens to me. So I just thought I'd be as well kipping down 
somewhere here." 
   "Do you often spend the night out?" 
   "Yes, sometimes if I just want to be alone, I find somewhere 
to hang out. That's how I found this place." 
   "Don't your parents get on or something?" 
   "Usually they do, but sometimes they argue. So I just slip 
away and do my own thing. They don't seem to mind." 
   Another pause. 
   "You know how you were rubbing me last night?" asked Alan. 
   "Uh-huh," said Andrew in reply 
   "Any chance you could do that again? I really liked it." 
   An impish smile crossed Andrew's face. 
   "You really are getting sexed up, aren't you?" 
   Alan blushed. "Nah, surely not?" Although for some strange 
reason he really liked being in contact with Andrew. 
   He sighed as Andrew's hands started caressing his back and 
neck. He felt at ease, as if there was nothing better than to be 
massaged like this. He stretched out a bit further and started 
stroking Andrew on the neck. Andrew's hands continued to play all 
over his back, stroking firm down the shoulder blades and 
massaging his sides. 
   The hands started to feel their way a bit lower, reaching down 
to the small of Alan's back and rubbing the waist. Almost as if 
by accident, Andrew allowed his hands to run over the belt area 
and reach just a little bit over the waist area. He kept this up 
for a few minutes then, noticing no signs of protest, started 
massaging Alan's buttocks. 
   In the meantime, Alan had started to purr as if he was really 
enjoying himself. Andrew was making him feel real good inside. He 
couldn't remember feeling so at ease with the world before. 
   He felt the hands move lower down him. In his muddled up mind 
he knew he should protest, cry out, put a stop to it. But his 
body wouldn't obey him. He was really into getting rubbed like 
this. 
   "Mmmmm, that feels wonderful," he murmured. 
   "Yeah, I know," replied Andrew, continuing to let his hands 
play around Alan's buttocks. Then, he let go his hold on Alan. 
   "Turn over," he said. 
   Alan didn't need to be told twice. He carefully repositioned 
himself so that he was lying on top of Andrew, face up. 
   Andrew's hands reached for his chest and started moving 
around. He soon reached further down Alan's body and ran his 
hands up inside Alan's shirt, feeling the bare skin. As his arms 
brushed across Alan's crotch, he could feel the protrusion coming 
from the trousers. 
   "My, this really turns you on, doesn't it?" said Andrew. 
   All Alan could do was nod his head in response. 
   Andrew was feeling a bit more adventurous by this time. He 
eased his hand underneath the belt, feeling around. He felt Alan 
jump. 
   "Just relax," he said. 
   He could feel that Alan already had an erection, quite a big 
one. He slid his hand below Alan's underwear and felt for the 
object causing Alan's trousers to tent out so far. He started 
fondling Alan's cock, slowly stroking it up and down. Alan moaned 
in appreciation. 
   By this time, Andrew was also considerably aroused, and Alan 
could feel something hard poking against his ass. To his 
surprise, he pushed against it, knowing that doing so could only 
send one signal to his friend. He wriggled his hips against the 
lump pressing against his ass. As he did so, Andrew thrust 
himself upwards, pushing himself against Alan's ass. He withdrew 
his hand from Alan's crotch, wrapped both his arms around Alan's 
chest, and hugged Alan to him tightly. Alan tried, and eventually 
managed, to turn around again. Drawing himself up level with 
Andrew, he sank down into Andrew's arms and they hugged each 
other affectionately. 
   "I really think we ought to make a move," sighed Andrew. 
   "Guess you're right." He shifted himself to his feet. 
   For the first time, Alan could really look around at where 
they were. The "room" was quite small, and appeared to have been 
formed when a section of building collapsed, leaving just the 
crack in the outer wall and the surrounding material. Not all 
that big, but quite adequate to hide from someone for the night. 
   Alan held a hand out. Andrew grasped onto it and pulled 
himself up. 
   "We've got to slip out of here without being seen. There's a 
way out onto the main road. We should be able to make it." 
   Suddenly Alan realized he had no idea where they were. 
   "Hey, Andrew, where are we?" 
   "You don't know? We're in some deserted warehouse area in 
Vari. Why? Where do you live?" 
   "Glyfada." 
   "Jeez, you're miles from anywhere." Vari is about half way 
between Voula and the seaside resort of Varkiza, two kilometres 
between the two. 
   "Where do you live?" 
   "Voula." 
   "Andrew, I'm supposed to be at school sometime." 
   "Forget school. If the police have any sense at all, they'll 
be waiting for you to turn up there. No, you'd better come with 
me." 
   "How do I know I can trust you?" 
   "You don't." Andrew sighed. "I don't think you really have 
much of a choice. You can either come with me, or take your 
chances with the authorities. Take your pick." 
   Alan shrugged. "I guess we'd better go, then, eh?" 
   Andrew led the way. 
   "It's about two kilometres from here." 
   The journey took them about twenty minutes. Although they 
could walk at a brisk pace, they stayed off the main roads for 
fear of running into any patrols. 
   They were talking as they went along. 
   "I really need to find a radio that works," said Alan, 
   "The radio stations will have been censored by now," replied 
Andrew. 
   "Maybe. What about the BBC World Service? Or Voice of 
America?" 
   "They're on short wave." 
   "And have you got a short wave radio?" 
   "I don't know," replied Andrew. Think so. Ah, here we are." 
   They had arrived in Ano Voula. The apartment Andrew was 
gesturing to was a four story affair, whitewashed, with 
balconies running all around, Greek style. The top floor looked 
as if it would command a good view from the sea. 
   Andrew pushed the buzzer. After a minute or so delay, the 
speaker crackled to life. 
   "Nai?" 
   "It's Andrew. Open up." 
   A buzzer went off as the door was let off the catch. Andrew 
pushed, leading both of them inside. 
   They climbed the stairs. It felt like a long way up. As they 
passed the second level, Alan asked, "Which level are you on?" 
   "The top one," said Andrew. Alan let out a whistle. 
   "Wow, that's pretty neat, huh?" 
   Alan shrugged and said nothing. 
   Arriving at the top of the stairs, Andrew knocked on the door. 
Hardly had he stopped knocking when the door flew open. A woman 
appeared from inside, lunged out and grabbed hold of Andrew, 
yanking him inside. 
   "Good heavens, there you are. We were worried sick. What on 
earth possessed you to go wandering off in the night?" 
   Just at that moment she saw Alan. 
   "Hallo, who's this?" 
   "This is Alan," said Andrew, doing the introductions. "Alan, 
meet Glenda, my mother." 
   "Hi." 
   "And where did you spring from?" 
   Andrew took a step into the room. 
   "He's okay. Found him outside last night in Vari. He'd run all 
the way there from Glyfada . . ." 
   "From Glyfada?" Glenda's voice clearly registered surprise. 
   "Yeah, the police came round his place last night and picked 
up his folks. He only got away by the skin of his teeth." 
   "My, my, you poor dear, we'll have to get something sorted 
out." She looked at Alan. "My husband's due back from Marousi 
this afternoon, we'll see what we can do. In the meantime, you 
stay here with Andrew." 
   "My Dad works at the British Embassy, you know," added Andrew. 
   "Really? Is he a diplomat, or something?" Andrew smiled. 
   "No, he just works there. He does know quite a few important 
people, though." 
   Glenda coughed. 
   "Well, I've got to pop off for two or three hours. I'll be 
right back." 
   The door closed behind her. The boys just stood there and 
looked at each other. 
   It was Alan who broke the silence. 
   "Wow, your Mum's cool. What did she mean about getting 
something sorted out?" 
   "Wait until my Dad's home. He'll have a talk with you. Wanna 
see my room?" 
   "Yeah, all right." 
   Andrew's room was fair sized. There were posters on the walls 
of aircraft, pictures of the latest warplanes at the US Air Force 
base in Glyfada, pictures of cars and all sorts. A radio stood in 
one corner, and the bed was covered with a duvet bearing the 
Stars and Stripes, and various aircraft, on it. 
   "You into flying, then?" asked Alan. 
   "Not really. Just something I like to look at. Can't see 
myself as a pilot." 
   Andrew's face lit up in a wicked grin. He crossed over to a 
drawer, and pulled out a folded up poster. 
   "Here, have a look at this." 
   Alan unfolded it, and gasped. It was a pull-out from a 
magazine, and had a picture of a naked woman being fucked up the 
ass from behind. 
   "Gee whizz, where on earth did you get this?" 
   "A pal gave it to me. Good, isn't it?" 
   "I'll say." Although Alan had heard of magazines like that, he 
had never seen one before. Now, though, he found himself getting 
aroused by it, a fact that Andrew did not fail to notice. 
   "Do you ever jack off?" he asked. 
   "Not all that often." In fact, Alan had discovered the joy of 
jerking himself off a couple of years ago, but had thought it 
weird that he should like it, so he didn't do it all that often. 
   "I do," replied Andrew. "Almost every day." 
   "Isn't it, like, bad to do that?" asked Alan. 
   "I don't think so. There are people who say it is, but they 
don't run my life for me, so I say the heck with them." 
   All of a sudden, Andrew bent down, aimed himself at Alan's 
chest, and lunged forward, grasping Alan around the back and 
wrestling him to the bed. 
   "What the . . ." Alan started to say. Then he realized that 
Andrew was playing with him, and started to wrestle him in 
return. They fought each other for a few minutes, rolling around 
on the bed, until both collapsed in a heap, exhausted. 
   As Alan got his breath back, he realized that he was in 
contact with Andrew's body, very much like what had happened 
earlier on. What's more, he was starting to get hard again. 
Seeing Andrew lying on his back, Alan clambered on top of him and 
pinned his arms down by his side to the bed. 
   Andrew struggled against the restraint. While doing so, he 
clearly showed off the bulge in his trousers. He went limp all of 
a sudden, then pressed down and to the side, slipping out of 
Alan's grasp. Caught off balance, Alan stumbled and fell onto the 
bed, face down. Andrew climbed on top of him and just lay there 
for a moment. 
   Grasping the magazine pull out, he turned Alan's head to the 
side so that he could see it. 
   "Alan, is it this that's causing your trousers to tent out, or 
something else?" 
   Alan turned bright red. He tried to say something, but 
couldn't. 
   "Okay, don't say anything," said Andrew. He eased himself off 
Alan, and rolled him over. He reached down and unbuckled Alan's 
belt, easing the zip down and undoing the button fastener. He 
eased the trousers down Alan's legs. Alan arched himself in the 
air to make it easier for the trousers to come down. 
   Andrew reached towards the bulging underwear, stroking the 
protrusion with his hand. He eased a hand inside, then pulled the 
underwear down as well, exposing Alan's genitals. He grasped 
Alan's cock and stroked it up and down a few times. Then he stood 
up and stripped himself, clothes flying in all directions. 
   All this time Alan had just laid on the bed looking dazed. 
Andrew, now naked, grabbed Alan by one arm and pulled him into a 
sitting position. Andrew started to unbutton the shirt in front 
of him. As he did so, Alan started to look uncomfortable. 
   "I . . . I'm not sure I ought to be doing this . . ." he 
stammered. 
   "Shhhhh, just relax. I'm not going to hurt you. Just let it 
happen." The shirt came flying off. 
   Having removed the last items from Alan's body, Andrew pushed 
his friend back down onto the bed and leaned over him. He dug his 
arms underneath and around his friend and pulled Andrew to him in 
a big hug, which was warmly returned. 
   Andrew then moved his head over Alan. Their faces drew 
together. Alan knew what was coming and thought the idea of 
kissing was bad, but he felt powerless to stop it. Indeed, when 
Andrew's lips met his he found himself kissing back, his tongue 
darting into the other's mouth. Their tongues met and wrestled 
with each other, all this time the passion building up between 
them. 
   Andrew eventually moved away from Alan's face. He shut both of 
Alan's eyes, kissing them as he did so, them moved down his 
friend's body. He found a nipple and flicked his tongue over it, 
then sucked on it. At the same time, he rubbed the other nipple, 
making both of them become hard and pointed. 
   He moved on lower down, playing with both nipples as his face 
left a trail of kisses all over Alan's chest and midriff. Alan 
squirmed around under him. He was getting really hot. 
   Alan then felt something brush against his penis. He felt a 
moist sensation on it, and opened his eyes to see what was going 
on. He almost passed out when he saw Andrew's head over his 
crotch. 
   The sensations he was getting as Andrew sucked on him were 
better than anything he had ever felt before in his life. He had 
of course brought himself to orgasm a few times before, and had 
even squirted white stuff all over the place recently, but not 
even playing with himself had given him the feelings he was 
experiencing at the moment. 
   He bucked his hips, forcing a little more into Andrew's mouth, 
moaning with pleasure. Andrew withdrew until he had just the tip 
of Alan's cock in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the 
head, drinking in the wonderful musky goodness. He loved the 
taste. He knew that he wanted to do this, knew that he felt quite 
at home being fed the intoxicating scent emanating from the flesh 
in his mouth. Even though he had never done anything like this 
before, he knew that it was perfectly natural for him to enjoy 
the feelings that this was giving him. 
   Although Alan would not have really wanted this to happen had 
he ever given it a moment's thought in the past (which he had 
not) he was past caring. He felt the distant stirrings of an 
orgasm begin deep within him, stirrings which quickly grew and 
grew, erupting into a massive orgasm more intense than anything 
he had experienced. He felt the tingling in his balls as they 
fired their load down his penis and into Andrew's mouth. 
   Andrew could feel the penis in his mouth expand, and he knew 
that Alan was close to orgasm. He increased his suction, and as 
Alan began to thrash on the bed beneath him he appreciatively 
lapped up the liquid delivered into his mouth, savoring the 
taste. 
   Andrew collapsed on top of Alan, feeling curiously drained. He 
brought himself face to face with his friend. Alan had a big 
smile on his face, and his eyes were closed. His breathing, heavy 
at first, started returning to normal. Finally he sighed, and 
opening his eyes looked up to see Andrew looking at him. 
   "Wow, that was fantastic," he said. "Good heavens above, where 
ever did you learn how to do that?" 
   "Nowhere. That was the first time I ever tried it." 
   "You mean you've never done that before? That was so intense. 
I can't describe what it was like." 
   Their faces drew together and they kissed deeply for several 
minutes. They could both feel some sort of bond forming between 
them, and they knew that what had just taken place wasn't just 
important physically; it went far deeper than that. 
   They drew apart. A thought occurred to Alan. 
   "Funny, isn't it. We only met last night, and already we're 
carrying on as if we've known each other for years." 
   "I hope we do know each other for years. I never felt such an 
immediate attraction to anyone before now," said Andrew, lying 
back on top of the duvet. "Although I'm feeling just a little 
tired right now. I think I'll try to doze for a bit." 
   "Me too. I still don't know what to do about this fix I'm in 
right now." Alan sighed. "Still, I need to doze too." He laid 
down next to Andrew and was soon asleep. 
   Andrew rested his head on Alan's chest, and let his arm rest 
down by Alan's side. He too was soon fast asleep. 
 


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